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bobafett · 10-09-2009, 05:49 PM

This weekend my beloved younger sister should have been celebrating her birthday. Instead next week will mark the 1st anniversary of her death.

I sit here and weep for the sister I loved so much.

I weep because the drugs she thought were her only salvation hurt her so much and cost her dearly.

I weep for the beautiful vivacious gentle girl she was and how life wore her out.

I weep at the tragedy of her lonely death.

I weep for how callous and indifferent the medical field was to her when she was sick and when she asked for help.

I weep for all the fighting and bad moments that happened during her life.

I weep that she couldn't find happiness and peace except through drugs.

I weep that she thought we'd all be better off without her when all there is now is anguish and emptiness.

I weep that I couldn't save her despite years of trying.

I weep that I never told her we all fought so hard only because we loved her so much.

I weep I wasn't kinder - more sympathetic - more compassionate when it was obvious she was miserable.

Most of all I weep because I miss her -every day.

Rest in peace til we meet again, Sis.

10-09-2009, 05:49 PM	#1 (permalink)
bobafett Member Join Date: May 2006 Location: Boston MA Posts: 2	1 year anniversary This weekend my beloved younger sister should have been celebrating her birthday. Instead next week will mark the 1st anniversary of her death. I sit here and weep for the sister I loved so much. I weep because the drugs she thought were her only salvation hurt her so much and cost her dearly. I weep for the beautiful vivacious gentle girl she was and how life wore her out. I weep at the tragedy of her lonely death. I weep for how callous and indifferent the medical field was to her when she was sick and when she asked for help. I weep for all the fighting and bad moments that happened during her life. I weep that she couldn't find happiness and peace except through drugs. I weep that she thought we'd all be better off without her when all there is now is anguish and emptiness. I weep that I couldn't save her despite years of trying. I weep that I never told her we all fought so hard only because we loved her so much. I weep I wasn't kinder - more sympathetic - more compassionate when it was obvious she was miserable. Most of all I weep because I miss her -every day. Rest in peace til we meet again, Sis.